NATE
Alright then, bandages it is. Nate can respect that. The little device is pocketed, replaced by a roll of bandages when his hand appears again. There’s a silent, momentary pause before he starts to wrap it up, though he’s plenty sure Aurelia could handle it herself, if she were so inclined.
Nate wishes there were something more he could offer, instead of empty explanations and shrugs. Wishes there were medicine, or some exercise, or anything he could suggest, apart from going through the work to build herself up again. He can’t imagine it. Not really.
They come to the same conclusion at least, Nate nodding along with her words. ”I can probably recommend some exercise and diet things to help it go along faster, but I’m sure you know what works best for you by now.” Despite the bad news he’s been burdened with sharing, Nate tries to keep his voice light, the attempt far too late for his face. ”And if you ever need a partner to spar with that isn’t Sunjata, I can step up.”
It’s only the beginning of his bad news though, the faux jovial tone wavering near the end, as he tries to choose his words as delicately as possible. Knowing the little he does of Aurelia’s home, he wants to be tactful, though nothing seems as effective as coming right out and ripping the band aid off. So he does, falling quiet to let her process it, whatever way she needs, though he has stepped out of punching distance this time.
Unblinking eyes watch Aurelia, crinkled with sympathy as deep as the frown on Nate’s face. ”It doesn’t always make sense.” He offers softly, though deep down it feels like a lie. ”Sometimes it’s just shitty luck.” The corners of his lips flick upwards again, the ghost of a ghost of a grin gracing his face. ”It doesn’t have to be like a curse. Magic isn’t the same here, it’s not...” That thought ends abruptly, Nate not sure how to tie it off before he steps into his next one. ”Maybe think of it as a chance to expand your repertoire?”
This is a disaster. He’s had to deliver bad news before, and he’s received more than his fair share, but this is a tricky situation, one unlike anything he’s had to deal with before. There is, however, one surefire balm that he knows of, something that would always cheer him up, that he would never turn down. ”Do you want a drink? I’ve got a bottle of something decent floating around.”
Nate wishes there were something more he could offer, instead of empty explanations and shrugs. Wishes there were medicine, or some exercise, or anything he could suggest, apart from going through the work to build herself up again. He can’t imagine it. Not really.
They come to the same conclusion at least, Nate nodding along with her words. ”I can probably recommend some exercise and diet things to help it go along faster, but I’m sure you know what works best for you by now.” Despite the bad news he’s been burdened with sharing, Nate tries to keep his voice light, the attempt far too late for his face. ”And if you ever need a partner to spar with that isn’t Sunjata, I can step up.”
It’s only the beginning of his bad news though, the faux jovial tone wavering near the end, as he tries to choose his words as delicately as possible. Knowing the little he does of Aurelia’s home, he wants to be tactful, though nothing seems as effective as coming right out and ripping the band aid off. So he does, falling quiet to let her process it, whatever way she needs, though he has stepped out of punching distance this time.
Unblinking eyes watch Aurelia, crinkled with sympathy as deep as the frown on Nate’s face. ”It doesn’t always make sense.” He offers softly, though deep down it feels like a lie. ”Sometimes it’s just shitty luck.” The corners of his lips flick upwards again, the ghost of a ghost of a grin gracing his face. ”It doesn’t have to be like a curse. Magic isn’t the same here, it’s not...” That thought ends abruptly, Nate not sure how to tie it off before he steps into his next one. ”Maybe think of it as a chance to expand your repertoire?”
This is a disaster. He’s had to deliver bad news before, and he’s received more than his fair share, but this is a tricky situation, one unlike anything he’s had to deal with before. There is, however, one surefire balm that he knows of, something that would always cheer him up, that he would never turn down. ”Do you want a drink? I’ve got a bottle of something decent floating around.”
I am the problem
And you just sit there watching
And you just sit there watching
